CARCAJOU S REVENGE 



IN the morning Fran$ois and Roderick started 

 with their dog-train to pick up Traps from 

 the Marten Road. 



&quot; S pose it s better w at I go to de Lan ing 

 firs ,&quot; Francois remarked reflectively, as they 

 plodded along behind the dogs and carry-all ; 

 &quot; we don* got plenty Trap now, an I can find 

 dat poison bottle. Yesterday I look, but he s 

 gone soor ; I put him on de s elf, but he s not 

 dere now. P r aps dat Whisky-Jack steal him, 

 for he take de spoon some time ; but anyway 

 can trap proper wit out de poison.&quot; 



After they had left the Shack Whisky-Jack 

 cleaned up the scraps that had been thrown out 

 from breakfast, and having his crop full, started 

 through the woods looking for a chance of gos 

 sip. He observed Carcajou scuttling awkwardly 

 along through the deep snow ; this was the first 

 time Jack had seen him since he had been lib 

 erated from the Trap. 



&quot; Hello ! &quot; cried the Jay ; &quot; able to be about 

 again ? &quot; 



